Whitney Houston, dead.

First Michael Jackson, then Amy Winehouse, and now Whitney Houston.
In quite a short period of time, 3 major artists have died.
And quite young too, from being unstable, with drugs, alcohol ecetera.

I remember when Michael Jackson died. The information I could remember was his doctor being someone - 'Murray', and that he died of a heart attack (?)
My brother and I were quite silly, but we came up with the 'truth' behind this 'murder'. Murray was related to Andy Murray (the British number 1 tennis player, but sometimes Scottish), and attacked his heart with a tennis racket, making it a 'heart attack'.

When Amy Winehouse died, we were on holiday in Amsterdam, and it was around the same time of the Oslo attacks. So our nights at the hotel were glued to the tv. In fact I never really watch the news, so I probably would not have known about it if I were not on holiday (I only watch the news when on holiday).

I don't remember how I found out about MJ's death, but I remember the whole school talking about it, and I was one of the first ones in school so I heard a lot of 'did you know...', so in the end I wrote a little poster saying 'Yes, we know MJ's dead' and stuck it to our form room.

And Whitney Houston. Ashamedly, I found out of facebook.
'R.i.p. Whitney Houston'
'R.i.p. Whitney Houston'
'Amy Whinehouse dies everyone bangs on about it, Whitney Housten dies hardly anything is said, its a sad world.'

Then I quickly google her name, to check if its true. (Wikipedia has already updated to include her death!). Yeah, its true. Then I wrote a blog post about it.


It took me forever to work out R.i.p. stands for rest in peace. I just thought it mean rip, or was latin or something.
Oh, and now brother tells me it is latin.

Will my life of lies and deceit never cease?

 

 

Any orchestra with me in it, will never be prim nor proper.

Sunday morning, 10 am, Orchestra practice...
Percussion section, me, and three other girls.

It was great.... well, as great as it gets.
Me, playing the glockenspiel, hitting some notes every minute in a piece or so.
*** playing the snare drum, eniviously expertly.
*** playing the timpanis.
*** standing by the xylophone, standing there, counting the beats until, I guess until the piece finishes and we can all sit down.

And then there was a ginger kid. He was going to join our percussion section... great, we needed a drummer, who could play the drums. Unlike us, drummers who can't.
So the the staff told him to join us, and we would be lovely and look after him and give him parts to play.

We spoke English, he spoke English. And we know his name is Benedict. Or Benjamin. Or something else. Bashfully I admit to you, (I can't remember).
But the beautiful outcome was that he ended up eating cheese and onion pringles for the rest of the 4 hours in rehearsal. He didn't even produce one note. Wow, thats even worse than my first rehearsal. (Call me Corinne, Corinne the trianglist).
Oh, but then, I can't say much about him eating pringles, I ate chocolate digestives in a piece once where there was one note, which I couldn't even play at the right time, and choked in the pianissimo (very very quiet) part.

BUT, that wasn't even the worst part.
Cymbals,
loud,
sonorous,
distinctive.
And the exact instrument you should not entrust me with.
So, I was given the crash cymbal (a cymbal on a stand, usually part of the drum kit, hit with a mallet).
Well, once they found it they gave it to me.
It was already halfway through the piece when we set it up.
And I started hitting it, (to the correct beat, I must boast)
And, silence, a dramatic clean finish.
HA
And, silence, *crash* (everyone swivels around to look at the culprit) *nervous giggling*.

Yeah, even with the conductor waving for a sharp finish, I continued right through, hitting the crash cymbal with all my might. Being me, I died a little inside. Oh, how embarassing.
I nearly ate my scarf, trying to hide my face.

ONE WAY TICKET

For the last half of the summer holiday, I have been singing 'One way ticket' as often as I remember. My parents are probably a bit tired of it, but its rubbed off on my brother and he likes it too.

Why do I like it?
Its unbelievably catchy, terrifyingly easy to sing and annoys a lot of people.
But only the chorus though, the rest of the song is rather mediocre.

The truth is, cover of songs are usually better.

Why?
Because it is their own take of another person's song. When doing an original song you have nothing to base it on.
But, if you choose to do a cover, you can improve on what you already don't like of the song and look back on it for ideas.
AND people who have already heard the song and liked would be interested to hear a different take on it, possibly because they're tired of the same version.